Dressed like a real daughter, she leads a billionaire CEO to abuse a wealthy family

Yintong began to deliver meals to the boy, from lotus leaf chicken to various pastries, melon seed snacks to fried chicken cakes, and would come to the yard at regular times every day for a walk.

Gradually, she got used to eating together here.

It was actually more satisfying to sit in a forest full of peach blossoms and look at the face of a handsome young man than to eat delicacies alone or with a bunch of chattering monsters.

Today's topics are still Feitiandu, Yaoshimen, and Wuheng.

"Then Wu Heng is not a good person, but a devil?" She just heard the story about the other party refusing to admit the patient, but poisoning the other party, causing the patient to die suddenly after three days after returning home, and she immediately pinched her nose and felt a little worried. disgust.

He was said to be a decent person, but he turned out to be really bad at heart.

"Well, he wasn't a good person to begin with." The young man nodded, eating the pastries on the table very carefully and politely, and somehow looked a little well-behaved.

Yin Tong glanced at the plate of pastries suspiciously, then picked up a piece and put it in her mouth. The next second, she was emojied, "Bah, bah, hey, don't you think it tastes bad?"

"Huh?" The young man raised his eyes slightly to look at her, then handed over a glass of water and whispered: "It's a bit spicy, but it's not inedible. I'm satisfied that it can fill my stomach."

Yin Tong lowered his eyes and stared at the water at his hand, and suddenly stopped talking.

She was possessed by demonic energy and was naturally surly and perverse. She could not coexist peacefully with others, so from time to time she would add spices to the boy's meals when she was unhappy. Sometimes it was chili pepper, and sometimes it was just oil and salt.

But every time, the boy would eat it silently and very carefully, as if he was tasting some delicacy in the world.

"Hey." Yintong kicked him under the table and asked, "Are you often bullied at the Medicine Master's School?"

"It's okay." The young man slowly swallowed the cake and took another sip of water before speaking, "My qualifications are too poor."

That means being bullied.

No wonder Yintong sneaked into Feitiandu that day. There was no one in the mountain early in the morning, and he was the only one sweeping the floor.

"Hmph, there really aren't any good things from an upright family. I think your sect leader Wu Heng is not far away from going crazy." She complained about the Medicine Master Sect, and then slapped the table, "You might as well join us in Yinshan, anyway. There’s no shortage of food for you.”

The young man was startled, but when he realized it, he pursed his lips and refused to agree, "I want to become an immortal."

"What's so difficult about this? Our boss can transform with just a wisp of demonic energy, and it's even easier to lead you to practice and ascend. Just wait!" Yintong stood up with a slap on the table, turned around and walked out of the yard, letting his subordinates The spirits went to snatch the cultivation secrets from each sect's Buddhist Scripture Pavilion.

She decided.

She wanted to train that silly boy to become a top monk, slap the pharmacist sect in the face, and show those so-called noble sects how blind they were!

The martial arts conference at the other end was not organized, and the various sects felt that they were losing face, but within two days their home was robbed.

The scripture collection pavilions and cultivation secrets of each sect have never been disclosed to outsiders, and they are extremely important.

When Yinshan came out, it was a complete minefield.

The sects in the East China area could no longer care about the Medicine Master Sect's failure to come forward, so they hastily gathered the first wave of troops and killed them at the foot of Yin Mountain.

That day, the shouts of murder were heard at the foot of the mountain, and waves of spiritual energy vibrated causing the peach blossoms in the courtyard to bloom and fall.

In the colorful fallen flowers, a young man dressed in green, standing tall and thin, stood under a peach tree, holding flowers with his eyes downcast, and a smile on his lips.

In the evening, Yin Tong came back with a few secret books, pretending to put the things on the table casually, and said with a pale lips: "If you don't understand, ask me again. Any of the spirits in our Yin Mountain are good at cultivation."

The young man saw the blood stains under her dark skirt, which were covered in layers of peach blossoms. He hesitated for a few seconds and then whispered his thanks, "I will practice hard."

Yintong laughed and said with great satisfaction: "Then you will be my Yinshan disciple A Heng, and you will no longer be Jiang Ziheng, who is a disciple of the Medicine Master family."

"Ah."

So the young man settled down in Yinshan.

As usual, Yintong came over every day to bring him food.

The young man felt a little sorry and asked politely, "Isn't there a canteen in Yinshan? I can actually eat by myself."

Hearing this, Yintong lowered his face and said: "Where is the canteen where mountain spirits and wild monsters gather? Everyone prefers to eat raw meat and suck the brain directly. If you go out and run around, be careful of being caught and eaten raw."

The boy turned pale with fright, lowered his head and dared not speak.

Yintong was finally satisfied and started eating with him.

In fact, Yinshan not only has a canteen, but also employs people from Yuchufang, who provide five insurances, one gold, food, housing, and employee dormitories.

In the past, mountain spirits and wild monsters had no conditions to eat their hair and drink blood, but their taste buds cannot fool people or monsters, and they have also learned to enjoy life.

It's just that Yin Tong looked at the exceptionally handsome young man with red lips and white teeth, and for some reason she didn't want him to go out to meet people.

It's best to just stay in the small courtyard for the rest of your life.

As expected, the young man did not bring up the matter of the yard again. Apart from watering the flowers and weeding, he was holding a secret book and studying it every day. Every time Yin Tong came over, he would see him meditating on a book, seemingly unable to find the key. It's a distressed look.

Sure enough, the qualifications are not good enough.

She sighed in her heart, but she had no intention of helping at all.

She wanted to wait for the boy to ask her for help.

Finally, a month later, the young man hesitantly spoke to her: "I don't know if Boss Yinshan is free. I want to pay him a visit and ask some questions."

Yin Tong looked at him with a smile, "Okay."

Two months after entering Yinshan, the boy left the courtyard for the first time.

At first sight of the various architectural designs and amusement facilities in Yinshan, he opened his eyes slightly in surprise and looked around again and again.

Yintong clasped his hands behind his back and said quite proudly: "How about it? Isn't it more interesting than your pharmacist sect? Cultivation of immortals is not a monk. Your sick sect leader still practices in the mountains and old forests. It's boring to death. ”

As she walked, she complained about the Medicine Master Sect, as if she was afraid that the young man would still have some affection for the former Master Sect.

The young man listened quietly, and he who never replied much just said in a low voice, "The bamboo forest is nice and quiet."

Yintong didn't take it to heart, and led him to a round arch, pointed inside and said: "Here, go in by yourself. Don't look at our boss blindly when you see her. She has a bad temper. Be careful to hurt your eyes." dig it out."

As she spoke, she made signs with her two fingers in front of the boy, which frightened him so much that he took a few steps back and nodded repeatedly, promising not to look around.

Only then was Yin Tong satisfied. After the young man walked in tremblingly, he quickly climbed over the wall and entered his room. He slept behind a imperial concubine's couch and stared at the figure walking outside through a layer of gauze that fell to the ground.

"Are you the new disciple?" She saw the other person standing in the middle of the living room, too embarrassed to know how to speak, so she preemptively looked at him and asked.

"Yes." The young man was obviously frightened by the warning at the door. He didn't dare to answer too loudly, and then he weakly made his request.